JESUS IS CONDEMNED TO DEATH
Now Jesus stood before the governor; and the governor asked him, ‘Are you the King of the Jews?’ Jesus said, ‘You say so.’ But when he was accused by the chief priests and elders, he did not answer. Then Pilate said to him, ‘Do you not hear how many accusations they make against you?’ But he gave him no answer, not even to a single charge, so that the governor was greatly amazed. When Pilate saw that he could do nothing, but rather that a riot was beginning, he took some water and washed his hands before the crowd, saying, ‘I am innocent of this man’s blood; see to it yourselves.’ Then the people as a whole answered, ‘His blood be on us and on our children!’ So he released Barabbas for them; and after flogging Jesus, he handed him over to be crucified.
We don’t know how to speak. We expect the holy to be full of words. We expect the Holy Spirit to be eloquent. We are confused when God is silent. We have waited for something more than ordinary miracle, some wizardry that will change the world, some reversal of the nature of things – and the holy is thin and silent. It will not speak.
The miracle would be if we could abide in silence ourselves, if we could pay attention and let the silence linger. If we could be patient in our pain and worry. But we believe in words like we believe in light – a path to lead us out of the darkness. Stay in darkness, the holy says. Let it slow you and impose its sleep, even when sleep holds suffering dreams. Let it disturb you, so that when you wake, you will wake to wonder and fear, the world undone. That is how we become aligned to the silence of God.